This is a song about "Ashna"

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/